Well, this just blows. Go read the whole thing, I’ll wait.
I just want to cut and paste the entire article, in uppercase 45pt BOLD Arial and hope that Bloomberg can hear me screaming all the way from Georgia. I’ll try to be conciliatory and kind. I’ll try. Instead of the very small words I planned, here’s Elizabeth again.
I don’t know why I should be surprised. Priests and First Responders are, like our troops, front-line folk. They’re like heroes in the cowboy flicks; they ride in, shoulder the burden, help put things to rights, and then — while the elite get on with assuming their power and asserting their primacy –they recede into the background. Only the very few stick around to say ‘thank you’ and wave them off. Sometimes children ask them to come back, or to stay.
Bloomberg’s priorities are all wrong. He’s thinking like a Baron — or no, he’s not really thinking at all; he’s being pragmatic: mustn’t let the help get get too much recognition, get too full of themselves — they might start getting uppity and making demands on milords purse and time. Mustn’t let the damn clergy murmur their vulgar prayers, or next we’ll have tent-revivalists cluttering up the fairgrounds and making such spectacles of themselves.
The big crowds for New Years Eve, or for the big parades, are alright, he thinks, but this is not for the riff-raff. Let’s just keep the invite list confined to those who know how to dress and how to behave, and which fork to use, and when.
You know…all those consequential (and so very, very smart) people who — ten years into this — have not managed to fill the still-exposed, gaping holes in the downtown ground.
Perhaps that’s because of the increasingly exposed, gaping holes in their own heads and hearts — from which pours out so much that is mediocre, bleak and unhelpful.
Giuliani, for all his faults, wouldn’t be doing this.
Here we are, just three weeks out from the tenth anniversary of 9/11, and Bloomberg shows us his hind-parts. What.An.Unbelievably.Selfish.Moron.
I’m speechless. But not for long.